There are lies
In the cuts
Of your faces and your tears
Uncry
The shaking
Terror driven years
Nineteen
Your voice
Vocal clutch surreal
This bond
Is fake
Its clasp falls to peels
And soon
Five weeks
We break
Apart
Away
Alive
and suddenly
i think of that time of snow
light and soft
when our feet left footprints
two instead of one
its wet caress
and in the rain
under the plain white sky
pregnant heavy clouds break water
the world is opening
that closed snowed world
now warm, now ready
is opening